Remembrance Day

As a child I used to watch my dad on Remembrance Sunday, as he watched his fellow, former soldiers march past the Cenotaph and lay their poppy wreathes. I could see the pain behind his eyes and he wasn’t ashamed to show his emotions.

I understood that many sacrificed their lives so that we have freedom of choice today. Men, no older than some college students today. When the guns finally went silent it marked a change.

My dad was a paratrooper in the second world war. My father-in-law was in the Green Howards. Both men were my heroes – not just because they fought in the war, but because they were gentle giants away from it.

I am honoured to stay silent for them, and those who gave their future for my future.

Published by writerravenclaw

I am a fifty something mother of two grown up children, and one beautiful grandchild. I have been married for nearly thirty-four years. My first book was published ten years ago. I wrote my book Sticks and Stones because of my experience of being bullied at school.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: